DOI issue:
July 20, 1861
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16868#0035
July 20, 1861.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Fair Equestrian. “ Now, don’t be a cboss Old Punch ; we really won’t
spoil the Beauty of the Gardens.”
THE BEL GR AVI AN LAMENT!
(On the Last Nights of “ Colleen Lawn''')
Oh ! Colleen Bawn, why leave me frowning
Alone in London without yon ?
Just thirteen times I’ve seen you drowning—
Because—I nothing else could do.
The theatres late are open keeping,
To try and bring out something new;
But my mother never sets to weeping,
As she does, sweet diving belle, with you.
Oh! Colleen Bawn, &c.
THE STRAND LAMENT!
(On the same Occasion.)
How that pretty piece was made to draw, dear,
And that pretty star was made to shine—
And a pretty lot of times you’re drown’d, dear—
Last night it made two-twenty-nine !
That wicked Webster here is snarling—
He takes your loss to heart, d ’ye see ;
Could he drown yon oftener, Colleen darling,
Why then transported he would be !
Oh ! Colleen Bawn ! &c.
Policemen Should Mind their Letters.
“ Mr. Policeman Z. presents his compliments to Mr.
Lunch, and begs to complain that some of the newspapers
have been writing about ‘ Pantry Evictions.’ . Surely,
Sir, it would seem to me that this must be a mistake of
the printers, for I hope and trust it will be a long time ere
the force, to which 1 have the honour of belonging, hear
anything about evictions from the Pantry! ”
j [It is Mr. Punch's belief that the above mistake cannot be ac-
| counted for otherwise than by charitably supposing that Policeman Z.
' was labouring at the time under some strange erratic, or area-tic,
wandering. Purposely, for a small joke, to confound Partry with
Pantry, Mr. Punch calls Paltry.]
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
July 8, Monday. We must indeed be near the end of the Session,
for the Lords had so little to occupy them that they endured a dis-
cussion on the Education of the People, and a very good debate it was,
“inaugurated” (as the penny-a-liners say of the opening of a new
public-house) by a well-prepared speech from Lord Lyttelton.
Lords Granville and Brougham also spoke, and the Duke of
Newcastle made a spirited defence of the excellent and elaborate
report of the Education Commissioners, and observed, for the benefit
of the Bishop-Maker, that although the Commissioners had not
indulged in glowing phrases about religion, they had fully recognised
the fact.that the nation appreciates the value of other teaching besides
that which is merely secular. The Bishop-Maker made no reply, but
doubtless “ thought the more.”
Downstairs, Lord Elcho showed that he was not so much occupied
with the Wimbledon Bifle Meeting, at which Mr. Lunch saw him in
the excess of glory (and by the way, hurra, Jopling ! hurra, Champion
Shot of England!—your health, our son !), as to be unmindful of other
elevations. than those of Rifles. He assailed the designs for the
new Foreign Office, and contended that what is called Palladian
—because, like Pallas, it has, in this case, sprung from the brain
of Jupiter-PAM— is not so much to be admired as Gothic.
Cowper— his Winter Walk at Noon is an excellent thing, not so his
Summer Ride in Kensington Gardens—took the other side, of course,
as might be expected from Jupiter’s step-son, and declared that the
style which, under Jupiter’s decree, Mr. Gilbert Scott had been
obliged to adopt, was truly National. Perhaps he meant that it was
like that of the National Gallery, which was not the very highest
praise that could have been awarded. Mr. Layard, by way of show-
ing that his friends’ “ advanced intellects ” of Southwark have not
destroyed his admiration for antiquity, made a fight for Gothic, and
asserted that of all styles it was the best calculated for the admission
0 One Milton has described it somewhat differently, but it is
perfectly true that domestic and ecclesiastical Gothic are as different
things as claret and port. Mr. Tite, as one whose fame chiefly rests
on Italian architecture, spoke up for that style, but he gracefully
defended the late Sir Charles Barry, in regard to the Parliament
tlouses ; and it was pleasant to hear one veteran architect championing
die tame of another. Lord John Manners described Mr. Scott as
the hirst of the Goths, and complained that lie should have been driven
■ hito a style not his own, and Mr. Osborne civilly intimated to the
J House that it would do well to distrust itself, for that it had shown its
great capabilities of blundering over architectural matters; and then
Jupiter-PAM made a very long speech, much longer than he usually
bestows on a foreign nation, or any such trifle. He declared his undy-
ing and unalterable attachment for Italian architecture, and patted
himself on the head for having sent away Mr. Scott’s Gothic designs
twice, desiring him to do something Italian, which indeed Jupiter was
good enough to consider had been capitally done. The House is sore
on the Gothic question, for the expense of the New Palace has been
monstratious, and the old gentlemen are always tumbling over one
another and the palace-maids’ dust-pans in the “dem’d religious
light” of Sir Charles’s passages. These considerations, and Jupiter-
PAM’s nod, floored Lord Elcho and his Goths by 188 to 98; and our
Foreign Affairs will be transacted under an Italian roof, which the
King of Italy may, if he likes, accept as a delicate compliment from
England.
After Estimates there was another little battle on the Seats Bill, and
as the Government had favoured the selection of Pontefract for a
polling-place, the House followed up its policy of opposing everything
the Government do on this question, and by 107 to 91 declared that
Pontefract should not be the place, but that Wakefield should—
a curious coincidence being that Wakefield is just now hung up in
terrorem, for the most owdacious corruption.
Tuesday. The Lords discussed the East India Council Bill. Lord
Ellenborough thought that it was far too large a measure, and Lord
Lyveden (Vernon Smidjtii) wished that Sir C. Wood had drawn it
a little milder. On the other hand, Lord Derby thought that a little
Parliament was not the thing to govern a vast empire like India. But
the question is virtually left to the Westminster Hotel Company,
(limited), or at least to the great guest who has mopped up so many of
the best rooms in the metropolitan improvement.
Downstairs, Mr. Baillie Cochrane had a grievance on behalf of
some Reserved Captains, but it did not interest the House enough to
induce a vote that should transfer their reserve into joviality, and by
60 to 33 Cocky was sat upon. Then more Civil Estimates.
Wednesday. “If it were not Sunday,” said Sir Francis Baring,
“ what should we do with people who get up fictitious Savings’ Banks ?
I want to put down all banks not regularly certified.” “ If it Avere not
Sunday,” replied Mr. Henley, “I should object to further inter-
ference, and should say that many small unpretending banks do a great
Fair Equestrian. “ Now, don’t be a cboss Old Punch ; we really won’t
spoil the Beauty of the Gardens.”
THE BEL GR AVI AN LAMENT!
(On the Last Nights of “ Colleen Lawn''')
Oh ! Colleen Bawn, why leave me frowning
Alone in London without yon ?
Just thirteen times I’ve seen you drowning—
Because—I nothing else could do.
The theatres late are open keeping,
To try and bring out something new;
But my mother never sets to weeping,
As she does, sweet diving belle, with you.
Oh! Colleen Bawn, &c.
THE STRAND LAMENT!
(On the same Occasion.)
How that pretty piece was made to draw, dear,
And that pretty star was made to shine—
And a pretty lot of times you’re drown’d, dear—
Last night it made two-twenty-nine !
That wicked Webster here is snarling—
He takes your loss to heart, d ’ye see ;
Could he drown yon oftener, Colleen darling,
Why then transported he would be !
Oh ! Colleen Bawn ! &c.
Policemen Should Mind their Letters.
“ Mr. Policeman Z. presents his compliments to Mr.
Lunch, and begs to complain that some of the newspapers
have been writing about ‘ Pantry Evictions.’ . Surely,
Sir, it would seem to me that this must be a mistake of
the printers, for I hope and trust it will be a long time ere
the force, to which 1 have the honour of belonging, hear
anything about evictions from the Pantry! ”
j [It is Mr. Punch's belief that the above mistake cannot be ac-
| counted for otherwise than by charitably supposing that Policeman Z.
' was labouring at the time under some strange erratic, or area-tic,
wandering. Purposely, for a small joke, to confound Partry with
Pantry, Mr. Punch calls Paltry.]
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
July 8, Monday. We must indeed be near the end of the Session,
for the Lords had so little to occupy them that they endured a dis-
cussion on the Education of the People, and a very good debate it was,
“inaugurated” (as the penny-a-liners say of the opening of a new
public-house) by a well-prepared speech from Lord Lyttelton.
Lords Granville and Brougham also spoke, and the Duke of
Newcastle made a spirited defence of the excellent and elaborate
report of the Education Commissioners, and observed, for the benefit
of the Bishop-Maker, that although the Commissioners had not
indulged in glowing phrases about religion, they had fully recognised
the fact.that the nation appreciates the value of other teaching besides
that which is merely secular. The Bishop-Maker made no reply, but
doubtless “ thought the more.”
Downstairs, Lord Elcho showed that he was not so much occupied
with the Wimbledon Bifle Meeting, at which Mr. Lunch saw him in
the excess of glory (and by the way, hurra, Jopling ! hurra, Champion
Shot of England!—your health, our son !), as to be unmindful of other
elevations. than those of Rifles. He assailed the designs for the
new Foreign Office, and contended that what is called Palladian
—because, like Pallas, it has, in this case, sprung from the brain
of Jupiter-PAM— is not so much to be admired as Gothic.
Cowper— his Winter Walk at Noon is an excellent thing, not so his
Summer Ride in Kensington Gardens—took the other side, of course,
as might be expected from Jupiter’s step-son, and declared that the
style which, under Jupiter’s decree, Mr. Gilbert Scott had been
obliged to adopt, was truly National. Perhaps he meant that it was
like that of the National Gallery, which was not the very highest
praise that could have been awarded. Mr. Layard, by way of show-
ing that his friends’ “ advanced intellects ” of Southwark have not
destroyed his admiration for antiquity, made a fight for Gothic, and
asserted that of all styles it was the best calculated for the admission
0 One Milton has described it somewhat differently, but it is
perfectly true that domestic and ecclesiastical Gothic are as different
things as claret and port. Mr. Tite, as one whose fame chiefly rests
on Italian architecture, spoke up for that style, but he gracefully
defended the late Sir Charles Barry, in regard to the Parliament
tlouses ; and it was pleasant to hear one veteran architect championing
die tame of another. Lord John Manners described Mr. Scott as
the hirst of the Goths, and complained that lie should have been driven
■ hito a style not his own, and Mr. Osborne civilly intimated to the
J House that it would do well to distrust itself, for that it had shown its
great capabilities of blundering over architectural matters; and then
Jupiter-PAM made a very long speech, much longer than he usually
bestows on a foreign nation, or any such trifle. He declared his undy-
ing and unalterable attachment for Italian architecture, and patted
himself on the head for having sent away Mr. Scott’s Gothic designs
twice, desiring him to do something Italian, which indeed Jupiter was
good enough to consider had been capitally done. The House is sore
on the Gothic question, for the expense of the New Palace has been
monstratious, and the old gentlemen are always tumbling over one
another and the palace-maids’ dust-pans in the “dem’d religious
light” of Sir Charles’s passages. These considerations, and Jupiter-
PAM’s nod, floored Lord Elcho and his Goths by 188 to 98; and our
Foreign Affairs will be transacted under an Italian roof, which the
King of Italy may, if he likes, accept as a delicate compliment from
England.
After Estimates there was another little battle on the Seats Bill, and
as the Government had favoured the selection of Pontefract for a
polling-place, the House followed up its policy of opposing everything
the Government do on this question, and by 107 to 91 declared that
Pontefract should not be the place, but that Wakefield should—
a curious coincidence being that Wakefield is just now hung up in
terrorem, for the most owdacious corruption.
Tuesday. The Lords discussed the East India Council Bill. Lord
Ellenborough thought that it was far too large a measure, and Lord
Lyveden (Vernon Smidjtii) wished that Sir C. Wood had drawn it
a little milder. On the other hand, Lord Derby thought that a little
Parliament was not the thing to govern a vast empire like India. But
the question is virtually left to the Westminster Hotel Company,
(limited), or at least to the great guest who has mopped up so many of
the best rooms in the metropolitan improvement.
Downstairs, Mr. Baillie Cochrane had a grievance on behalf of
some Reserved Captains, but it did not interest the House enough to
induce a vote that should transfer their reserve into joviality, and by
60 to 33 Cocky was sat upon. Then more Civil Estimates.
Wednesday. “If it were not Sunday,” said Sir Francis Baring,
“ what should we do with people who get up fictitious Savings’ Banks ?
I want to put down all banks not regularly certified.” “ If it Avere not
Sunday,” replied Mr. Henley, “I should object to further inter-
ference, and should say that many small unpretending banks do a great